Oh no, don't even think about calling me up and asking for a ride in my hot-ass car. I'm not talking about vehicles.

Today's topic, boys and girls, is circumcision.

*crickets chirping*

What does a convertible have to do with slicing the foreskin off of someone's fun stick, you ask?
Well, many uncut gentlemen can fake having a circumcised penis just by pulling back their "top", or it just draws back automatically when you get a particularly fierce boner. It's like having the best of both worlds. On one side you have a "protective hood", and on the other side you have the clean-cut look of a hoodless dick.

What was it that made me suddenly just go off on this "cock rant"?
1) I like dicks.

2) The fact that on this island, cut dicks are pretty rare. Seriously, out of all the people I've been ...Keep reading.

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Case Number 3
Meet: The Heartsmasher.
There comes a time in a long relationship where you think that you have finally found "the one". You spend month after month with this person believing that your future with him/her is all peaches & cream, you even visualize yourself living with him/her in a two-story house in the suburbs, with a white picket fence, lovely neighbors who bring you pie every weekend and don't mind the ungodly screams you make when you have sex, and of course, a gorgeous toy poodle named Frou-Frou. Lord, am I fucked up or what.
I met this guy in a bar.
Ok, that's a bad way to start a conversation about relationships, since bars are absolutely the last place you meet people for something serious. Then again, I have never gone to bars with those intentions. But things have a way of happening. So stop thinking ...Keep reading.

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(...Continued from last post's mental jerk-off)

Case Number Two.
Meet: the beach bum. I met this loser during a season in my life where I went to the beach almost every day, for no reason, and just lie there soaking up some sun and eyeing the very meager selection of attractive specimens. I just didn't feel like being home all afternoon after classes.
There were always only a couple of cute lookin' gringos, the rest of the men there looked like they came straight out of a construction site. And they wouldn't stop staring at me. The horror.
One day I see this tanned, dark-haired guy with spiky hair and huge sunglasses lying in a beach chair staring at me. I stare back to see how long he could stand just oogling at me like an idiot, until I see him moving his head to the side as if saying "c'mere, ...Keep reading.

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